Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Fear ❯ Chapter 6

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Bakura, for the first time since Malik's disappearance, felt relaxed, with both of the hikaris dozing in his arms, on the couch in front of the noiseless, flickering television. The tomb robber had at first been surprised that, while Malik didn't really seem too distraught at his torture, Ryou, who hadn't been subject to a fraction of Malik's pain, was even now still shivering and whimpering occasionally. Bakura deemed this to be through years of abuse on Malik's part, whereas Ryou had been a virgin. That was probably part of the reason Ryou was so upset. From what Malik had said, his innocence had been stolen from him long before he was old enough to comprehend the full meaning, but Ryou had been saving it for someone special, someone he really loved, a dream which had been shattered by the cruel intrusion of three cold fingers. “I'm glad you're both safe now…” the white haired yami murmured softly, causing the teens in his arms to stir slightly. “You alright?” Malik nodded blankly, but Ryou let out a great shuddering sigh and buried his face in Bakura's chest, the thief stroking his white hair comfortingly. The pale haired yami instinctively held his gentle hikari close to chase away the evil that tormented him. Ishtar, however, leant over Bakura to place a tender, loving kiss on Ryou's cheek, nuzzling gently into the other hikari. “I love you, my Ryou, and I'm sorry for inflicting such pain on you.” The platinum headed Egyptian apologised softly. “I love you, both of you, more than life itself.” “It wasn't your fault.” Ryou responded, leaning in to Malik's touch. “I chose to come and rescue you. I… I knew the risks, but I would have done anything to have you back in my arms.” “Let's stop talking about this.” Bakura commanded firmly, yet with a gentleness shown to no one but Malik and Ryou. “Let's talk about or do something else to take our minds off it.” Malik nodded and let go of Ryou, snuggling in to Bakura and closing his eyes to sleep, the tomb robber following his example, hugging the two hikaris close. Now only Ryou was left awake. After about an hour, in which the young Briton meditated long and hard, he finally reached a decision in his mind. “Bakura…” He muttered, blushing and shaking his yami awake. “Bakura, I… I want you to… I want you to touch me…” “Wha'?” The wilder-haired teen asked, blinking post-sleep disorientation from his eyes, unsure of if he had heard correctly or if he was still dreaming. “I love you and Malik.” Ryou went on, as though the Thief King had not interrupted. “I trust you enough to let you do this to me. I want to feel fingers, without them being slammed inside me by force - I want to be touched lovingly, and tenderly, like I know you will… Oh, please, yami, I don't want to be scared of sex for the rest of my life, not when, at the same time, I'd love to experience it with you and Malik so much…” “Should I wake Malik too?” Bakura asked, blinking in a daze; it was hard to believe that Ryou - sweet, innocent little Ryou - should be the one of the three of them asking for sex. Bakura and Malik both had reputations, which, not mattering if they were true or not, stated that they were sex-obsessed whores and the idealistics in sexiness and seduction. That fact, at least, had been used to the full by Malik when he was wooing Ryou, right before all of this had started. “Yes…” Ryou gave a small nervous nod. “I want to feel him as well… before I lose my nerve all together…” Malik was easy enough to wake up, as he was naturally a light sleeper and he was far from being unconscious, as he had been in the hospital, or at the Ishtar residence. Rubbing his eyes tiredly, he gazed questioningly at the two whitenettes, the milder of whom suddenly stared in horror at his neck. “Malik!” Ryou gasped in concern. “You've still got that awful collar on!” Indeed, the young Egyptian was still wearing that tight studded dog collar that Marik had forced around his neck, but his hands flew up protectively when Ryou reached forwards to take it off. “What's the matter?” The Briton asked in confusion. “You don't like being his pet, do you?” “Far from it.” Malik shrugged sadly. “I loath being connected to Marik in any way, but he was so angry that I had run away from him that he made me wear the collar and put some sort of curse on it with the Sennen Rod.” A small sigh illustrated the words before they were uttered. “If anyone but he tries to touch the buckle, it would burn them.” “Oh…” Ryou touched the leather of the collar softly. “So you're stuck in it until you go back to him and get him to take it off?” “Yes.” Ishtar agreed. “And he won't take it off, because it's a mark that he owns me, and he's always been… possessive, to say the least.” A stony silence followed the words as the two whitenette teens digested this information. Yes, Marik was possessive. That was one of the reasons that Malik had been targeted so badly earlier, because Marik had been annoyed of his hikari's flight from the abuse that he was subject to. “So…” Malik broke the silence, his voice forcedly cheerful. “Why are we waking up?” He looked from Bakura, who had a faint smirk gracing his features, to Ryou, whose cute blush was enticing enough for the Egyptian to place three small kisses, one on each cheek and one on his forehead. “I'll let Ryou tell you.” The spirit's voice was rich with humour. “He might get embarrassed if I do.” After hitting Bakura lightly upside the head, Ryou turned his red face onto Malik's again, mouthing wordlessly for a while before he could make a sound. “I want to be touched…” He muttered, as though ashamed of the fact. “I want to feel it when there's love behind it. Not when it's fuelled by hatred.” “Then… you are braver than I.” Malik smiled gently. “And you needn't be ashamed for thinking such a thing. I'll gladly grant you any wish.” The Egyptian glanced to Bakura, who nodded, and then picked Ryou up and carried him upstairs to the whitenette's shared-with-yami bedroom, setting him in one of the beds. Bakura had thankfully cleaned the blood from the walls, so now it looked less like a morgue and more like a bedroom. Laying the milder whitenette teen on the bed, the young tomb keeper waited for Bakura to join him, and then both began to slowly and gently strip Ryou, Malik removing his shirt, sliding it sensuously over his head, while Bakura fiddled with the fastenings on his trousers. You could have fried an egg on Ryou's cheeks as the other two teens pilfered him of his clothing. “Hey! Guys! That's not fair, I'm naked and both you are fully dressed!” He protested, trying to cover himself and preserve his dignity with nothing but his hands, as his clothing had been mercilessly thrown on the floor some feet away. Smirking at each other, Malik and Bakura both stripped the other quickly, so, in no time at all, all three were as naked as the day they were born. There was only one difference between Ryou and Bakura now, as both their bodies were almost exactly identical: Bakura was already hard. Ryou stared at his yami's length, a mixture of different emotions flitting across his face. Malik, too, was staring with a tilted head at Bakura's crotch, and the yami, without any self-consciosness, grinned and leaned back to give them a better view. “Like what you see?” He asked teasingly, and both hikaris flushed lightly, averting their gaze. “Oh, come on, don't be shy. Malik, Marik must have made you touch him at some point?” Malik nodded, and Bakura flashed him a look that said clearly “sorry to have brought that up”. “Well… touch Ryou like you touched Marik, except put all the love you can behind it. I have something planned.” If either Ryou or Malik were apprehensive about Bakura's plotting, they hid it, and Malik complied silently to the tomb robber's wishes, touching Ryou gently, stroking his hand back and forth over the now-rapidly-rising flesh, listening to the increase of speed in Ryou's breathing and watching the arching of the pale back off the bed. “M-Malik…” Escaped the young Briton's mouth in a whisper. “It feels nice…” “You think so?” Malik asked quietly, the sight of Ryou's face, which was flushed with arousal, making his own member, shall we say, `rise to the occasion'. “Yes…” Ryou moaned. “Malik, so wonderful!” Malik glanced over to Bakura, who nodded and came to join the game. “My turn, hikari.” The tomb robber grinned, a tube of lube appearing in his hand as he positioned Ryou so that the pale one's legs were hanging over the edge of the bed. “I can't be missing all the fun. The tomb robber coated his fingers in the lube, and then proceeded to spread it on first his throbbing arousal, then Ryou's, bringing another moan forth from the teen. After he had finished this, the tube was flung away from him and he slipped on finger inside a very surprised Malik, who tensed automatically. “Relax.” Bakura commanded, not unkindly. “I won't hurt you.” Slowly, Ishtar began to relax, and was even to the point of welcoming the second and third fingers that were pushed inside him, whimpering slightly at the wonderful mixture of pain and pleasure. Bakura withdrew his fingers and, clasping Malik's hips, lowered the Egyptian gently onto Ryou's now-hard member, taking it an inch at a time, lustfully drinking in the moans from both hikaris as Malik's hot entrance engulfed Ryou's aching length. And now it was Ryou's turn. Now that Malik was sitting straddling the Briton, with the milder one deep inside him, it was time to grant Ryou the touch he had lusted for, and Bakura was well prepared to do that. All that remained was to prepare Ryou. His first lubricated finger slipped in to Ryou's passage, and the tomb robber's yami moaned, jerking his hips slightly, which caused Malik to whimper in turn. Bakura was aware that both the others were virgin apart from rape, yet both were taking this alien intrusion incredibly well. This thought plundered his mind as his second finger invaded Ryou. At the third finger, Ryou cried out, tensing, the pleasure caused by Malik only partly countering the pain he was experiencing from those three fingers. “Shh… Ryou, relax, just relax…” Bakura murmured soothingly, and the Briton found himself complying, relaxing slowly, welcoming the fingers, accommodating them. At last, Bakura withdrew his fingers and pushed his length gently in to Ryou, who tensed once or twice, but invited it on the whole, moaning in a sort of ecstasy, jerking his hips in to Malik, who cried out in surprise, his tan hands coming to grip pale flesh. With each gentle, rhythm-tic thrust of Bakura's, Ryou's hips jolted upwards, causing both Malik and Ryou to moan in pleasure. For the inexperienced hikaris, release was soon and, inevitably, Ryou was the closest, being pleasured on both sides, as opposed to only one. Thus it was Ryou who came first, with a loud cry, releasing his seed deep in to Malik. The sight of that flushed, blissful face, twinned with the warmth inside him, was enough to tip Malik over the edge and he climaxed with a cry of his own. And, for Bakura, the tightening of Ryou's walls around him as the white-haired hikari's muscles contracted in orgasm brought him to his own sweet release. It was a much tired threesome that lay, entangled in the sheets which were slightly soiled by Malik's release, which smelt of all three, which had essence of sex. Only Malik, it seemed, had the energy to move, and he rose, loping over to his trousers and pulling something out. It was a plushie cobra, obviously handmade. “I rescued it from my house.” He explained, pressing it into Ryou's hands. On closer examination, the British teen could see the red stains where blood had spattered, which were visible despite Malik's attempts to clean them away. The tail of the cobra was worn, as though it had been fondled a lot, or possibly even chewed. “Isis made it for me.” The Egyptian carried on, one hand absently moving to tug feebly at the collar, which was uncomfortably tight around his neck. “After I survived being bitten by a cobra. I want you to have it, as I sign that I love you. Both of you.” “I… I can't take this!” Ryou gasped. “It means so much to you!” “Look at it this way.” Bakura mumbled quietly, so only Ryou could hear. “It's less likely to be damaged here than it is at his house. And don't refuse a gift like that. You'll hurt his feelings.” Ryou nodded quietly, and Malik smiled, embracing him and then Bakura in turn, grinning as all three managed to say at exactly the same time: “Love you.”